Chapter 11

Chapter 11 After getting through customs at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Amy felt like she'd just lost a fight with a tornado. She'd endured eight hours on the plane, wedged between Dan and Nellie, who both kept their headphone volume too loud. Dan watched movies. Nellie listened to music and flipped through French cookbooks with full-color pictures of snails and goose livers. Meanwhile, Amy tried to make herself small and read her own books. She'd picked up six new ones in Philadelphia, but she'd only managed to finish one Benjamin Franklin biography and two Paris guidebooks. For her, that was terrible. Every muscle in her body ached. Her hair was a rat's nest. Her clothes smelled like airplane lasagna, which Dan had

在戴高乐机场通过海关后，艾米觉得自己好像刚和龙卷风打了一场败仗。 她在飞机上挨了八个小时，挤在丹和内莉之间，他们都把耳机音量开得太大了。 丹看电影。内莉听着音乐，翻着法国烹饪书，书里有蜗牛和鹅肝的全彩图片。 与此同时，艾米试图让自己变小，读她自己的书。 她在费城读了六本新书，但只读完一本本杰明·富兰克林传记和两本巴黎旅游指南。 对她来说，这太可怕了。 她全身肌肉都痛。 她的头发乱糟糟的。 她的衣服闻起来像飞机上的千层面，丹也有

spilled on her mid-flight. Worst of all, she hadn't gotten any sleep, because the more she read, the more an idea had started to form in her head about Franklin and Paris — and the idea scared her. In the customs line, she was sure she was going to lose it when the official asked about her parents, but she muttered the lie Dan and she had rehearsed—that their parents were coming over on a later flight. Nellie's presence seemed to reassure the official, especially when Nellie started answering his questions in French. The official nodded, stamped their passports, and let them through. "Nellie!" Dan said. "You speak French?" "Duh. My mom taught French. She was, like, French." "I thought your family was from Mexico City." "That's my dad. I grew up trilingual." "That's amazing," Amy said. She was really jealous. She wished she knew other languages, but she was hopeless at learning them. She couldn't even remember the colors and numbers from kindergarten Spanish.

在飞行途中洒在她身上。 最糟糕的是，她没有睡过觉，因为她读得越多，脑子里就越开始形成一个关于富兰克林和巴黎的想法——这个想法使她害怕。 在海关排队时，当工作人员问起她的父母时，她确信自己会迷路，但她嘟囔着丹和她排练过的谎言——他们的父母将乘晚一点的航班过来。 内莉的出现似乎让这位官员放心了，尤其是当内莉开始用法语回答他的问题时。 那名官员点点头，在他们的护照上盖了章，让他们通过了。 “内莉!”丹说。“你说法语？”“咄。 我妈妈教法语。她就像个法国人。” “我以为你的家人来自墨西哥城。” “那是我爸爸。我从小就会说三种语言。” “太神奇了，”艾米说。 她真的很嫉妒。她希望能懂得其他语言，但她学起来毫无希望。 她甚至记不住幼儿园西班牙语里的颜色和数字。

"It's no big deal," Nellie assured them. "Once you know two languages, learning three or four or five is easy." Amy wasn't sure if she was serious, but they kept going through customs. They reclaimed their bags, changed their dollars into euros at a kiosk, and straggled onto the main concourse. Amy felt completely lost with all the French signs. Morning light slanted through the windows, though it felt like midnight to her. Down the hall, a crowd was gathering. People were flashing cameras and shouting questions at somebody Amy couldn't see. "Oh, paparazzi!" Nellie said. "Maybe it's, like, Kanye West!" "Wait!" Amy said, but Nellie wasn't going to be discouraged. They pushed through the crowd with a lot of excusez-mois. As they got closer, Amy stopped in her tracks. "Jonah Wizard." He was wading through the mob, signing autographs, while his dad trailed behind like a bodyguard. Jonah wore baggy jeans, a black leather jacket over a white tank top, and his standard half ton of silver jewelry. He looked fresh

“没什么大不了的，”内莉向他们保证。 “一旦你掌握了两种语言，学习三种、四种或五种语言就很容易了。” 艾米不确定她是不是认真的，但他们继续过海关。 他们拿回了自己的包，在一个售货亭把美元换成了欧元，然后慢吞吞地走到主大厅。 艾米对所有的法语标志感到完全不知所措。 晨光从窗户斜射进来，虽然她觉得现在像午夜。 大厅那头聚集了一群人。 人们拿着相机，对着艾米看不见的人大声提问。 “哦,狗仔队!”内莉说。 “也许是坎耶·韦斯特（Kanye West） ！”“等等!”艾米说，但内利并不气馁。 他们找了许多借口挤过人群。 当他们走近时，艾米停住了脚步。 “约拿向导。”他费力地穿过人群，给人签名，他的父亲像保镖一样跟在后面。 乔纳穿着宽松的牛仔裤，白色背心外穿一件黑色皮夹克，戴着半吨重的标准银饰。 他看起来精神抖擞

and well-rested, like his flight had been a lot better than Amy's. "Le Wizard!" The reporters peppered him with questions. To Amy's surprise, Jonah answered them in French. There were so many people Amy wanted to melt into the walls, but Jonah looked relaxed. He gave the crowd a brilliant smile and said something that made them laugh, then scanned the faces and locked eyes with Amy. "Yo!" he called. "My peeps!" Amy was mortified. Jonah started pushing his way toward them and the whole crowd turned to figure out who he was talking to. "Oh, no way," Nellie said. "You know Jonah Wizard?" "We're related to him," Dan grumbled. "Distantly." Nellie looked like she was going to faint. Suddenly, Jonah was right in front of them, shaking Amy's hand and patting Dan on the back and signing Nellie's T-shirt, and the cameras started taking pictures of them. Don't look at me! Amy wanted to scream. I'm

休息得很好，好像他的飞行比艾米的要好得多。 “Le向导!”记者们连珠炮似地向他提问。 令艾米吃惊的是，约拿用法语回答了他们。 那里有很多人，艾米想把他们融进墙里，但乔纳看起来很放松。 他给了人群一个灿烂的微笑，说了一些让他们大笑的话，然后扫视了一下大家的脸，和艾米对视了一下。 “哟！”他喊道。“我的人!”艾美感到羞愧。 约拿开始向他们挤去，众人都转过头来，想知道他在跟谁说话。 “哦，不可能，”内莉说。 “你认识巫师约拿吗？”“我们和他是亲戚。”丹抱怨道。 “远亲”。内莉看起来要晕倒了。 突然，乔纳出现在他们面前，握着艾米的手，拍着丹的背，在内莉的t恤上签名，摄像机开始给他们拍照。 别看我！艾米想尖叫。 我

covered with lasagna! Her voice didn't work. She tried to back away but her legs were frozen. "Jonah!" his father said. "We should get going." "Yeah, sure." Jonah winked at Amy. "Come with, cuz. We got stuff to talk about." Jonah's dad started to protest, but Jonah put his arm around Amy and steered her through the terminal, with Dan and Nellie and a mob of frantic paparazzi behind them, flashing pictures. Amy was sure she would die from embarrassment any second, but somehow they made it outside. The day was warm and overcast. Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon. A black limousine waited at the curb. "We — we shouldn't," Amy started to protest. She remembered Mr. McIntyre's warning: Trust no one. "Are you kidding?" Nellie said. "A limo ride with Jonah Wizard? Come on!" She practically dove into the limo. A few minutes later, they were gliding down l'autoroute de l'est toward the heart of Paris. "Man, I love this town," Jonah said.

覆盖着千层面！她说不出话来。 她想后退，但她的腿冻僵了。 “约拿！”他父亲说。“我们该走了。” “是的,当然。”乔纳对艾米眨了眨眼。 “跟我来，老兄。我们有事情要谈。” 乔纳的爸爸开始抗议，但乔纳伸出手臂搂住艾米，领着她穿过航站楼，丹和内莉以及一群疯狂的狗仔队跟在他们后面，不停地拍着照片。 艾米确信自己随时都会尴尬死，但他们还是逃到了外面。 天气暖和，阴天。 地平线上乌云密布。 一辆黑色豪华轿车等在路边。 “我们——我们不应该，”艾美开始抗议。 她记得麦金太尔先生的警告：不要相信任何人。 “你在开玩笑吧？”内莉说。 “和巫师乔纳一起坐豪华轿车？” 来吧!”她几乎一头扎进了豪华轿车。 几分钟后，他们沿着高速公路向巴黎市中心驶去。 “天哪，我爱这个小镇，”约拿说。

His limo had facing backseats. Jonah and his dad sat on one side. Amy, Dan, and Nellie sat on the other. Jonah's dad typed notes on his BlackBerry, every once in a while looking up and scowling at Amy, like he couldn't believe she was still there. Outside, rows of gold stone buildings glided by, their windows overflowing with flower boxes. The cafés were crowded with people, all the chairs facing the street like they were waiting for a parade. The air smelled like coffee and baked bread. The cloudy skies gave everything a weird light—as if the city weren't quite real. "You know my TV ratings here are even better than in the States?" Jonah said. "Eighteen points higher," his dad piped in. "And my new album, Gangsta Life, is number three on the French charts." "Number two," his dad said. "And climbing." "Oh, wow, I love your album!" Nellie said. "Thanks," Jonah said. "Now shut up." Nellie looked like she'd been slapped. "Hey!" Dan cried. "That's not cool!" "What?" Jonah said. "She's not a Cahill. I'm

他的豪华轿车后座面向前方。 约拿和他爸爸坐在一边。 艾米、丹和内莉坐在另一边。 乔纳的爸爸在他的黑莓手机上打着笔记，时不时地抬头看着艾米，皱着眉头，好像他不敢相信她还在那里。 外面，一排排金色的石头建筑掠过，窗户上摆满了花箱。 咖啡馆里挤满了人，所有的椅子都面向街道，就像他们在等待游行一样。 空气中弥漫着咖啡和烤面包的味道。 多云的天空给一切都带来了奇怪的光线——仿佛这座城市并不真实。 “你知道我在这里的电视收视率甚至比在美国还要高吗？”约拿说。 “高出十八分。”他爸爸插嘴说。 “我的新专辑《Gangsta Life》在法国排行榜上排名第三。” “第二，”他爸爸说。 ”和攀爬”。“哦，哇，我喜欢你的专辑！”内莉说。 “谢谢，”约拿说。“现在闭嘴。” 内莉看起来像挨了一巴掌。 “嘿!”丹哭了。“那可不酷！”“什么?”约拿说。 “她不是卡希尔家的人。我